LOVE DAIRIES //NAMJOON X BTS SMUT//

QUEEN OF THIEVES✨💍

Chapter 2

Namjoon's POV.

I hear them cheer each other as they pour golden champagne into glasses and smile at each other. Meanwhile my tears just won't stop. I want to go back to my warm bed and cuddly pillows. I want to go back to my normal life. I don't want to get pulled into this darkness. I don't even know if there ever could be a way out if I get sucked into this now. Having to stay and take help from criminals, and help them back because now I'm indebted to them is the worst way I was thinking to end my last day in New York. And now I'm off to Paris. The city of Love. Oh how much I had wished to visit Paris when I was younger. So much beauty to discover, so many dreams to uncover, so much love to conquer. Oh it was all so romantic, it was just perfect. Sitting in a cafe drinking coffee looking at the Eiffel Tower in a stunning view with the sunset as trees danced to the breeze. It was my own dream world. But now, I feel as if I'm being dragged towards a living nightmare with dangerous criminals.

Yeah criminals.. Wait, they are dangerous criminals!! Which means they could kill me whenever they ought to. These people have pulled of such heists that it's still a mystery to people till today as how did they even do it. Moreover it's becoming a mystery whether they really even exist. Such great power was still unknown to the world. Be it jewels, arts , handicrafts, scriptures, ancient realm books , you name it they have stolen it. The police themselves at one point started fearing for their their lives thinking that if they got caught by the guild trying to trace them down, they might disappear forever just like they do after every heist. And here I am sitting barely 20 metres away from them. They could lock me up to keep me silent, or they could just silence me forever. They could just literally dump my body in the Seine and nobody is ever gonna know. It would be like nothing ever happened and I never existed. They would do anything to make their heist a success. Just how much of a liability could I possibly be. They might torture me to work for them and never let me go..

At the thought of being killed and tortured, my tears start to run like a waterfall from my eyes. Dread and fear have taken over my body so much that I just feel numb. The cheers and sounds slowly start to fade away, my vision blurs beyond recognition and then everything goes pitch black.

Yoongi's POV

' Don't try to humble yourselves and sugar coat it. I never asked for luxury.' No one has ever dared to speak to me like that or question me like that. The vigour and compassion I saw in his eyes, it seemed unparalleled to anything I have ever seen before. The burn from his gaze , the fervour he had for art and its meaning was like a bright streak of light in the darkest of the rooms. So bright that it almost blinded me. A few months ago when we were trying to find a fill in for our heist, I saw him. An alluringly beautiful flower in full bloom. Everything about him shouted joy and sweetness as he sat there in patch of dandelions and painted away like there was no tomorrow. Letting his heart take control over him as he drew the most beautiful scenarios. And by beautiful I mean the art and the meaning he gave to it too.

For the first time in life I froze, just standing there and watching him ooze beauty from doing just the simplest of the things. It was a sight I hadn't seen in years and it had me rooted to the spot. The smile he gave could power up cities for weeks. It was as if he had this hold on me from the very beginning of the moment I laid my eyes on him. It lured me to him with such a powerful pull it amazed me. I had seen so much beauty from all over the world, and yet every single time the breeze swept his dazzling locks, my heart swayed with it. His beauty was from another world and I wasn't going to let it slip from my hands. He was perfect in every way and his imperfections were like a cherry on the top. And the word amazed was almost out of my dictionary from quite some time. This boy didn't even do anything except be himself, and here I, the mighty Thief Lord am actually sitting and giving a deep thought to all this. I look up to see the boy when my blood runs cold.